Rafe did know when Aislin entered the room but didn’t change his pace or plans as he continued the long strokes across the pool. He’d been working hard on a project for the Council for the past several weeks and it had all paid off the night before and brought him home just before dawn. The swim was needed to relax and focus again on his own dealings, especially those of a more local nature. He suspected that played a part in Aislin appearing as she had been overseeing Indulge while he was travelling and preoccupied elsewhere.
“De Profundis by Antonio Salieri,” Rafe commented, picking up Aislin’s thoughts easily enough, though he didn’t add she was correct in her assumption he timed his ascent from the water to the music. He had to take his fun where he could and while she was loyal to him through blood and love, a little power move here and there never hurt. Just like the way he tapped his phone and pushed it toward Aislin so she could see that he had renamed that particular playlist to her name some time ago.
He grabbed the towel and began drying himself in silence. Aislin was likely doing her best to not freak out over how easily she could be read by him while also committing the composer and title to memory. It was her own fault for having such a deep love of music. Rafe had no choice but to educate her on the classics from before her time to broaden her view but it would also come in handy when he hosted the higher end parties with older guests in attendance.
Rafe sat in the other chair at the table, the towel now flung around his neck to catch any drips from his hair. He reached for the glass of wine that had also been left for him and sipped it, savouring it. “Tell me of Indulge.”
“De Profundis by Antonio Salieri,” Rafe commented, picking up Aislin’s thoughts easily enough, though he didn’t add she was correct in her assumption he timed his ascent from the water to the music. He had to take his fun where he could and while she was loyal to him through blood and love, a little power move here and there never hurt. Just like the way he tapped his phone and pushed it toward Aislin so she could see that he had renamed that particular playlist to her name some time ago.
He grabbed the towel and began drying himself in silence. Aislin was likely doing her best to not freak out over how easily she could be read by him while also committing the composer and title to memory. It was her own fault for having such a deep love of music. Rafe had no choice but to educate her on the classics from before her time to broaden her view but it would also come in handy when he hosted the higher end parties with older guests in attendance.
Rafe sat in the other chair at the table, the towel now flung around his neck to catch any drips from his hair. He reached for the glass of wine that had also been left for him and sipped it, savouring it. “Tell me of Indulge.”
